I see parked taillights
Them old neon signs burn bright
Parking in an old gravel lot
There's Texas music playing in an ear shot
At a humid Gruene Hall
There's Texans sweating off that alcohol
All around the floor they swing
If they know the words, you can hear them sing
I want a Rebel Radio
And I want a place like Gruene Hall where I can go
Yeah. I want a Broken Spoke, I want all the lights and smoke
Yeah, that's the place that I call home
I've had my time on stage